Disclaimer: Paramount owns all the Voyager stuff. Jennifer, Ensign Taylor, Admiral Hadit, Admiral Goƫghenschweiler, Philly Dorflick, and all the extra people are mine. So don't take them...or my idea. I heard somewhere that people from TV shows in general check out fanfiction websites for ideas. So if you're thinking of doing that, then this stuff is mine! (c) Zoe! Take that! :)
Jennifer lifted her head off her desk, and forced her eyes open sleepily. She glanced back at what she had been doing.
"No!"
Jennifer stared down at the half-finished paper on her desk. She shook her head. She'd have to ask for an extension. That's all there was to it. She stared up at the ceiling and gathered her wavy, chocolate-colored hair into a ponytail, and looked around for something to put it up with. Not seeing anything, she let it fall back down, to just past her shoulders. She sighed; knowing that that was easier said than done...there was no way she would get an extension on that paper. Not from Tuvok, anyway.
Someone was at the door. That's what had woken her up. Her door beeped again, and she stood up. Not having a rank meant standing whenever anyone entered the room. Not that she didn't have a rank, she did. In fact, she ranked higher than anyone else on board the ship. They just didn't know that yet.
"Come in."
Kathryn Janeway entered the room, smiling. "Hi! Are you busy?"
"I was working on my paper for Commander Tuvok, but...I fell asleep. Have a seat." Jennifer replied.
"Well, I just wanted to congratulate you, Admiral," said Kathryn, sitting down on Jennifer's couch.
"On what?" Jennifer asked her.
"Getting here in one piece, for one thing...actually being able to deliver the message you came to deliver...deceiving my entire crew. And now, you're working on a paper for Tuvok already!"
Jennifer let herself smile slightly. She was the youngest Starfleet admiral ever, and nobody knew except Kathryn and the Doctor. What was the use of being a sixteen-year-old admiral if you couldn't tell anyone? She had traveled undercover on a time ship to deliver a highly classified message to Kathryn from Starfleet command. They hadn't wanted to risk being intercepted on a transmission. Jennifer had skimmed through several ion storms and a couple of centuries. Then she had had to make the entire crew believe that she had escaped from the Borg along with several other drones, had them remove her implants, deactivated the other drones in case of treachery, and stolen the time ship which had taken them there. She had feigned asking for asylum, and the captain, having heard about this mission already through an encoded message from a future Starfleet, feigned granting it.
Jennifer hopped onto her desk, and sat there cross-legged.
"Thanks...but I don't deserve congratulations. I'm used to working under pressure. Anyway, the paper's not too difficult, given my experiences. Just long...very long. And Kathryn, how many times are you going to make me tell you to call me Jen? One of these days, someone's going to walk in on you calling me Admiral, and all hopes of success on this mission will be lost. And if that day ever comes, I will relieve you of duty if it is the last thing I do." Jennifer frowned.
Kathryn laughed at Jennifer's words.
"What?" asked Jennifer, a little bit annoyed. "You don't think I would relieve you of duty?"
"Oh, I don't doubt you could relieve me of duty. I'm just highly doubtful that with you on the bridge, it's possible for us to fail."
"I'm flattered." Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to get done. And I don't mean my paper."
"You're not working on another assignment for Starfleet?"
"Classified information, Captain." Jennifer grinned. "You don't know how much fun it is to say that."
Kathryn pretended to sigh. "You're right. I'm just a lowly captain, after all. No classified information for me."
Jennifer's door beeped again.
"Yeah, come on in, Miral."
The door opened, and Tom Paris entered with his nine-year-old daughter, Miral.
"Hi, Jen...I know we're a little early, but Miral's been looking forward to this all week, and I figured it would be okay with you..." Tom said, in a rush. He turned around and saw the captain. "Captain! I didn't realize you were going to be here..."
"I wasn't. I dropped in to talk to Jennifer for a few minutes, but I think we're done here."
"Well, that's good to know. So it is okay that we're early?"
"Relax, Tom, it's fine. Miral and I are going to go have a little fun, aren't we, Miral?" Jennifer said, kneeling down by Miral.
"But what're we going to do, Jennie?" asked Miral, curiously.
"We're going for a ride in my ship," Jennifer replied. "I'm going to show you something very special."
"Oh...B'Elanna says to have Miral back by dinner, but it's okay. You can keep her out as late as you want. It doesn't really matter," Tom said.
Jennifer nodded and took Miral's hand. "Come on, Miral...let's go!"
"Jen, this isn't going to work," said Kathryn suddenly.
Jennifer turned around and stared at Kathryn warningly. "What?"
"This isn't going to work."
"What're you talking about?"
"Tom...could you take Miral outside and excuse us for a minute?"
"Sure..." Tom said, confused.
Once Tom left, Kathryn sighed. "Jen...you know it won't work. We have to tell the senior officers."
"Why?"
"Because it involves two of my senior officers' daughter...and I'm not about to let you do this unless they know. Understand?"
"You should know better than to try and give me orders, Kathryn. Even indirectly."
"Well...I mean...is that okay? Is it going to cause your plan to fail?"
"No. We anticipated dubiousness and worked out a few backup plans in case we had to tell everyone. But they're expecting me back not too long from now. But let's keep it to senior officers, if you don't mind. And Neelix doesn't have to know. Neither does Seven."
"But-"
"Don't make me order you, Kathryn."
Kathryn tapped her comm. badge once. "All senior officers and Miral please report to the briefing room immediately." She tapped her comm. badge again to end the transmission and rolled her eyes at Jennifer. "I resent being given orders by a sixteen-year old. Seven of Nine is one of my best officers. I'd feel better if I could tell her."
Jennifer just smiled and shook her head for 'no'. She and Kathryn beamed themselves there and waited for everyone else in silence.
Jennifer lifted her head off her desk, and forced her eyes open sleepily. She glanced back at what she had been doing.
"No!"
Jennifer stared down at the half-finished paper on her desk. She shook her head. She'd have to ask for an extension. That's all there was to it. She stared up at the ceiling and gathered her wavy, chocolate-colored hair into a ponytail, and looked around for something to put it up with. Not seeing anything, she let it fall back down, to just past her shoulders. She sighed; knowing that that was easier said than done...there was no way she would get an extension on that paper. Not from Tuvok, anyway.
Someone was at the door. That's what had woken her up. Her door beeped again, and she stood up. Not having a rank meant standing whenever anyone entered the room. Not that she didn't have a rank, she did. In fact, she ranked higher than anyone else on board the ship. They just didn't know that yet.
"Come in."
Kathryn Janeway entered the room, smiling. "Hi! Are you busy?"
"I was working on my paper for Commander Tuvok, but...I fell asleep. Have a seat." Jennifer replied.
"Well, I just wanted to congratulate you, Admiral," said Kathryn, sitting down on Jennifer's couch.
"On what?" Jennifer asked her.
"Getting here in one piece, for one thing...actually being able to deliver the message you came to deliver...deceiving my entire crew. And now, you're working on a paper for Tuvok already!"
Jennifer let herself smile slightly. She was the youngest Starfleet admiral ever, and nobody knew except Kathryn and the Doctor. What was the use of being a sixteen-year-old admiral if you couldn't tell anyone? She had traveled undercover on a time ship to deliver a highly classified message to Kathryn from Starfleet command. They hadn't wanted to risk being intercepted on a transmission. Jennifer had skimmed through several ion storms and a couple of centuries. Then she had had to make the entire crew believe that she had escaped from the Borg along with several other drones, had them remove her implants, deactivated the other drones in case of treachery, and stolen the time ship which had taken them there. She had feigned asking for asylum, and the captain, having heard about this mission already through an encoded message from a future Starfleet, feigned granting it.
Jennifer hopped onto her desk, and sat there cross-legged.
"Thanks...but I don't deserve congratulations. I'm used to working under pressure. Anyway, the paper's not too difficult, given my experiences. Just long...very long. And Kathryn, how many times are you going to make me tell you to call me Jen? One of these days, someone's going to walk in on you calling me Admiral, and all hopes of success on this mission will be lost. And if that day ever comes, I will relieve you of duty if it is the last thing I do." Jennifer frowned.
Kathryn laughed at Jennifer's words.
"What?" asked Jennifer, a little bit annoyed. "You don't think I would relieve you of duty?"
"Oh, I don't doubt you could relieve me of duty. I'm just highly doubtful that with you on the bridge, it's possible for us to fail."
"I'm flattered." Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to get done. And I don't mean my paper."
"You're not working on another assignment for Starfleet?"
"Classified information, Captain." Jennifer grinned. "You don't know how much fun it is to say that."
Kathryn pretended to sigh. "You're right. I'm just a lowly captain, after all. No classified information for me."
Jennifer's door beeped again.
"Yeah, come on in, Miral."
The door opened, and Tom Paris entered with his nine-year-old daughter, Miral.
"Hi, Jen...I know we're a little early, but Miral's been looking forward to this all week, and I figured it would be okay with you..." Tom said, in a rush. He turned around and saw the captain. "Captain! I didn't realize you were going to be here..."
"I wasn't. I dropped in to talk to Jennifer for a few minutes, but I think we're done here."
"Well, that's good to know. So it is okay that we're early?"
"Relax, Tom, it's fine. Miral and I are going to go have a little fun, aren't we, Miral?" Jennifer said, kneeling down by Miral.
"But what're we going to do, Jennie?" asked Miral, curiously.
"We're going for a ride in my ship," Jennifer replied. "I'm going to show you something very special."
"Oh...B'Elanna says to have Miral back by dinner, but it's okay. You can keep her out as late as you want. It doesn't really matter," Tom said.
Jennifer nodded and took Miral's hand. "Come on, Miral...let's go!"
"Jen, this isn't going to work," said Kathryn suddenly.
Jennifer turned around and stared at Kathryn warningly. "What?"
"This isn't going to work."
"What're you talking about?"
"Tom...could you take Miral outside and excuse us for a minute?"
"Sure..." Tom said, confused.
Once Tom left, Kathryn sighed. "Jen...you know it won't work. We have to tell the senior officers."
"Why?"
"Because it involves two of my senior officers' daughter...and I'm not about to let you do this unless they know. Understand?"
"You should know better than to try and give me orders, Kathryn. Even indirectly."
"Well...I mean...is that okay? Is it going to cause your plan to fail?"
"No. We anticipated dubiousness and worked out a few backup plans in case we had to tell everyone. But they're expecting me back not too long from now. But let's keep it to senior officers, if you don't mind. And Neelix doesn't have to know. Neither does Seven."
"But-"
"Don't make me order you, Kathryn."
Kathryn tapped her comm. badge once. "All senior officers and Miral please report to the briefing room immediately." She tapped her comm. badge again to end the transmission and rolled her eyes at Jennifer. "I resent being given orders by a sixteen-year old. Seven of Nine is one of my best officers. I'd feel better if I could tell her."
Jennifer just smiled and shook her head for 'no'. She and Kathryn beamed themselves there and waited for everyone else in silence.
